Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Germany and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Television to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Mills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Happenings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thompson Twins,
The Grass Roots,
cv313,
Niagra,
Camberwell Now,
Television Personalities,
Joyce Sims,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Bourne,
Easy Going,
Liliput,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brand Nubian,
Procol Harum,
The Invisible,
Tim Buckley,
Magma,
Pulsallama,
Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Wyatt,
New Order,
Warsaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Depeche Mode,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Severed Heads,
The Move,
Lou Christie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marshall Jefferson,
Newcleus,
Sight & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Essential Logic,
Cluster,
Prince Buster,
Juan Atkins,
Ituana,
Qualms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Khruangbin,
Sonic Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Pole,
Tommy Roe,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.